This nigga here? He’ll screw anything that aint nailed down. When he smile @ you, if you’re male, all that means is he done spotted your sister/momma/grandmaw/whomever, and all he’s missing is a condom.

Wet, dry, eight to eighty, blind, cripple, or crazy, it’s all good to him.

But, he can make that guitar hop, and that’s why Rev. keeps him on. Even after Rev. caught him in the Sunday School room with Miz Rev doing the double-butt shuffle, Rev said, “Now, by rights, I should’a shot both of ‘em, but the boy play that gee-taw so damn good, I let ‘em slide.” Which is pretty much what Jody was doin’ with Miz Rev….

I’ll tell you more about the Pastor’s wife later, ‘cause that’s a whole ‘nother story…aw, hold on a minute…

Hell! Here come Sister Brown, steppin’ up to the mike. She gonna ask Rev. if she can “sing her song,” and he gonna be nice and tell her “okay”.

Whaddya mean, “be nice?”

Just wait….

You’re gonna see…….there!

Now you understand! That’s right, the heifer can’t sing.

Lawd a’mercy, she sound like a bulldog fartin’ in a jug! Every Third Sunday of the month, she climb up on that platform, and grab that mike like she Aretha Franklin, gonna tear the church up!……..and don’t do schit.